don’t give me shit, man.
i know what i owe.
and even though i’m about to give you a two for one-r, i’m only counting it as one. so settle down.
the new york times on sunday means two things. my return to romantic, solitary sunday mornings with my paper. it also means my return to creative journals. something i’ve been wanting to get back to for a while now. something i’ve been longing to do again…
read this today.
beautiful to see a father have such profound empathy for his son.